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Hi Friends, back again after a long time with a new story. To those who don’t know me, I have written more than 20 stories on ISS. I am a 38-year-old married male living in Bangalore with my family.

I am black, 6 feet tall, and had a few threesomes and foursomes. Nothing after Covid due to workload and unable to go out.

I was on a 2-day business trip to Delhi during the last week of July and was returning to Bangalore on the night flight. I had booked a window seat and boarded the flight. After a while, a girl aged between 27 and 30 walked into the flight.

To my luck, she was seated next to me, and we smiled a little at that moment. Let me tell you a bit more about her. She was 5.6” tall and was white in complexion. Her boobs must be 32, and her ass was also 32. All in all, she was very good-looking and unmarried.

Then we started watching our mobile phones. She was initially taking selfies of herself and posting them on Insta. Post that, she was playing candy crush, and I was watching a web series which I had downloaded. Once the flight took off, I casually turned to her side and saw that she was still playing.

Suddenly an ad popped up. It happened to be a comic ad about two girls hugging and lip-locking each other. Most of the time, the ads are shown based on our past preferences and what we watch on our mobiles. I got a hint that this girl is either a lesbian or is more interested in sex.

She suddenly turned to my side and noticed that I was watching her. She suddenly turned her mobile upside down and looked a little tense. Then she again turned towards me. This time, I smiled slightly to tell her I didn’t mind.

I wanted to try my luck with this girl. I thought, what exactly can I do to get attention? I had kept the tray table in front of me open to keep my mobile there. I let my hands under that and started to rub my cock above the jeans.

I know she must be able to see it even without turning her head, and it did work out. After a while, I saw her moving her hands into her top and touching her boobs. Then she opened her tray table and let her hand towards her pussy. Now she started doing the same thing as I did.

She was rubbing her pussy above her pant. By this time, they had switched off the lights except for the study lights. So no one else was able to see us. We kept doing this for an hour or so. In the meantime, they served food and turned off the lights again. It’s a 2.5 hours journey.

I had only 1 more hour to do something with this girl. So after they turned off the lights, I slowly placed my hands on the handrest. I was slightly touching her boobs with my elbow. Initially, she was shocked and jerked a bit. But later realized it was me and sat in the same position.

Now I confidently started to hit her left boobs with my right elbow. I can feel her heartbeat going up because of the up-and-down movement of her boobs. As a next step, I removed my elbow and waited for a couple of more minutes.

This time she slid her hands towards her pussy and started to rub it. That was a green signal for me to continue doing what I was doing. So this time, instead of my elbow, I folded my hands so my left-hand fingers were near her left boobs.

I moved a little to her side and touched it with my hands. She saw me struggling to reach her. So she adjusted a bit so I could grab it easily. We were very close to each other, and I could grab her boobs completely in my hands. I kept pressing them, circling her nipple area, and she kept on rubbing her pussy.

After playing with her boobs for 20+ minutes, I took my hands off. She turned towards me and asked what happened. This time, I kept my hands on her thighs and was rubbing it slowly. She turned to the 3rd guy, who was sitting, and he was snoring and sleeping.

She also turned a little to see if anyone else was watching. To our luck, most passengers were asleep as it was almost midnight. I gently started to massage her thighs and slid my hands. I kept my hands on her pussy and rubbed it gently.

Since she was wearing jeans, it was hard for me to know where exactly her hole was. Then I moved my hand inside her pant and started rubbing her pussy over the panty line. I could feel that her pussy was already oozing with cum.

Then I slid one of my fingers into her panty and started to touch her bare pussy. She was clean-shaven, and I had started to finger her slightly. After a couple of minutes, I inserted another finger of mine and slightly increased my speed. She could neither make noise nor move but was enjoying all of this.

After 10 minutes of fingering, she suddenly kept her hands on mine and didn’t let me move it. I realized she had reached orgasm this time. I gave her a few minutes to relax. It was just 10 more minutes for us to reach Bangalore. So they switched on the lights, and we returned to our normal places.

After the flight landed, she smiled at me and said thanks. We got down and went towards the exit, where her boyfriend was waiting to pick her up. Neither did I ask her name or tell mine. But it was a memorable experience.

For those who think I could have gotten her number, she might have given it for sure. But I never intend to keep such relationships long term. As long as it happens, I enjoy it and then move on with my personal life.

Thanks for reading my story. Those who want to read my other stories can read them here. My email id is [email protected]. Anyone who wants to keep in touch with me can also contact me through that ID. Cheers!

Hello everyone,

People must understand that writing is my hobby, not a full-time job. So I will not give any explanations.

Also, many people asked me to continue writing the stories from the first-person perspective. With that being said, let’s continue.

Lucky’s POV:

4 months ago – On the night Lucky proposed to Roshni to be his slave.

‘Growing up means realizing a lot of your friends aren’t your friends.’ -Unknown

I remember the first time I read this quote. I was in college. I don’t know whose words these are, but they are deep.

I knew Sanjay was jealous of me. But I never had any idea that Sanjay despised me. I know I am the one who planned to fuck my friend’s wife first. But I had never imagined that Sanjay had such a demon within him.

After the hard sex with Roshini, she was sleeping in her room. I set this room up specifically for her. We have plans to get a few things for her room tomorrow morning.

I helped myself to a glass of pineapple juice, went inside my room, and locked it from inside. I turned on my computer and sat in the chair before my desk.

“It finally came!” I’ve been waiting for the mail for some time now. There was a link attached to the email. This link should redirect me to the database, where I should find all the information I was looking for.

I had already made the full payment for this, so I received a pendrive by courier this afternoon. This pendrive was the key to opening the encrypted files. I cannot blame them for being cautious. After all, this folder contains information I can use to destroy Sanjay’s whole family.

Without wasting any more time, I downloaded the files from the link. I connected my pendrive to my computer and started decrypting all the files. It took around 30 minutes to decrypt the whole folder.

Inside the main folder, there were another five folders. Starting with Target, Father, Mother, Sister, and Wife.

I started exploring the folders one at a time, starting with Father. There was nothing useful about him. He had an affair in his village a long time ago. Some corruption, but nothing an ordinary person would not do.

They used to be rich. But due to some family politics, his father lost all the land. That explains their financial situation. He has a dream of owning land in his village.

“Hmm, I can find a way to use this information,” I thought.

The next folder was Mother. “Damn, she is a nymphomaniac.” I almost spit out the juice I was drinking. So many affairs and so many images and videos. She was never against the idea of performing in front of the camera. And man, they are explicit.

“I could have never believed it if I had not seen this with my own eyes. It looks like I only need to flash my dick to seduce her.” If only Sanjay’s mother were my target. Maybe someday I will check if her old pussy is tight enough, but not now.

The next folder was Sister Radha. I have treated her as my little sister since we were kids. She was a bookworm. But as we all know, “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” It seems like she had a relationship and is now in a mess.

Some boy was blackmailing her with her explicit photos and videos, maybe her ex. There were a series of chats and audio recordings. I started to go through them one at a time.

At first, I was angry and wanted to help her out. But when I saw the photos and videos of her, I realized that the small and innocent Radha was no more. Now she has a hot body that can melt butter. “Maybe I should not be rushing into this.” This can be good for me.

The next folder was Target, Sanjay. A normal man with a normal salary. Nothing much except for the brief browser history and lots of kinky searches. There were also some sex chats with different women. He had multiple fake accounts.

He has been trying his luck on most of them with random girls, but nothing has worked. What surprised me was one of the old chat histories. It was from our college days. The conversation was between him and my ex. I liked her. She was pretty and smart.

I also remember one day when she just broke up with me. I was devastated. I never knew the reason, but now things are making sense. In the conversation, Sanjay told her about my old girlfriends and bad habits.

He also shared some explicit images of me and my old girlfriends with her, saying I like to collect girls in my harem. Reading all this, I was furious. Sanjay knew I liked her, so how could he do that to me? This was not the end.

There were other conversations between him and some other random dudes. If I recall correctly, they were the ones I had a fight within a bar. The fight was serious then, and they were looking for me. They found me eventually when I was all alone, and I got a fracture in my forearm.

It was Sanjay who tipped them off. Just like this, there were other things that Sanjay did. These dark web people did pull everything on Sanjay and all the history, mentioning my name.

After going through Sanjay’s folder, I was sad and angry. I was sad because today, I realized I never had a friend. And angry because of how stupid I could have been not to realize it sooner. Now the little guilt I had about planning things with Nisha has gone.

After cooling my head, I concluded that I could not leave him. That asshole is my friend. Maybe he was a bad one, but still, he was the only one left from my childhood. I cannot forgive him, but surely I can punish him.

But first, I need to find out how much toxin he has in his heart.  “Maybe Roshni can help me with that.” I thought to myself.

The best folder was saved for last, Nisha. Innocent girl from a poor family. The second daughter out of three siblings No brother; only two sisters, older and younger.

The older sister is already married and has a child. Her life is not the best either; her husband is an alcoholic. The younger one is still in college. It seems like Sanjay has helped her with her younger sister’s college fees.

Her father is a farmer; he owns some land. Out of which the two third land has been sold off. This is where the money came from for Nisha and her older sister’s marriage. The rest is for her younger sister’s marriage.

The second child and a hardworking one. Loyal and beautiful, she will do anything to protect her family. I knew what needed to be done. A devil’s plan was forming in my head. I locked my computer and went to Roshni’s room to sleep with her.

The next morning, I explained how she needed to make Sanjay fall in love with her and make him speak his heart about me. I needed to know everything that was in his heart.

After that, I went shopping with Roshni. But before that, I called and asked a few people to wire my house with high-quality cameras and microphones. All this would be connected to my cell phone.

Present: Standing in front of Nisha:

It’s been four months, and now I know many things about Sanjay. Roshni is doing her job well.

Lucky: Namaste, Bhabhi.

Looking at Nisha’s face, I can tell she was shocked. She had only seen me a few times, including when we went on a trip.

I made sure to treat her like my sister. Initially, she was a little distant and shy. But by the end of the trip, she was a little more open with me. I was treating her like a child.

This was the first time I came directly to her house.

Nisha: Bh… Bhaiya… Aap? Idhar? Sanjay tho ghar pe nahi hai. (Sanjay is not at home.)

Nisha is about 5.5 feet tall; she is neither thin nor fat. Her figure was well-balanced and had curves in all the right places.

Her long, thick hair was tied up behind her, reaching below her waist. Her skin was fair. Her face was round with big, innocent eyes. Red sindoor filled her hairline, and a black beaded mangalsutra was on her neck.

Lucky: Actually, bhabhi, I… I wanted to talk with you.

Nisha now had a confused expression, but she quickly composed herself and asked me to come inside. It was a small, 1-bedroom apartment. There was a bed in the living room. I guess this is where Sanjay’s parents used to sleep. But now, this bed should belong to Radha.

I sat on the bed. The television was on, and an old movie was playing on it. Nisha went to the kitchen and started making some tea for me.

After some time, she came back to the hall and placed a tray with tea, water, and some biscuits. While she bent to place the tray on the table, I had a quick peek at her cleavage.

I was sitting quietly on the bed with a gentle smile on my lips and seriousness in my eyes. Nisha noticed that and finally mustered up the courage to ask,

Nisha: Bha… Bhaiya, is something wrong?

Lucky: Haa… Nah, nothing wrong.

Saying that, I picked up the tea and had a sip. I may not be the best actor, but I am good enough to fool Nisha. We started having a conversation, and I asked about her daily life. Initially, she was a little shy, but later she started to open up and share everything.

Lucky: Where is Radha?

Nisha: She went out on a college trip.

Lucky: Ohh… Okay.

After some rambling conversation, I started to speak again in a sad voice.

Lucky: Bhabhi, has Sanjay ever been rough on you?

Nisha: Huh?

Lucky: Did he ever hit you?

Nisha: Wha.. what question is that? He… He…

Before she could finish, I cut her off.

Lucky: When we were kids, Sanjay used to steal money from me and beat me up.

Nisha: What?

Lucky: Sorry to interrupt you, but can you hear me out?

Saying that I continued.

Lucky: Do you know that in college, he stole my girlfriend?

Nisha: Bhaiya, I am not comfortable with these talks. Can you please…?

Nisha stood up and was about to ask me to leave. But then the next words I said shocked her.

Lucky: I think he is doing it again!

To be continued.

Thank you for reading. I hope you like it. Comment your thoughts below. Please do share your feedback with me at [email protected].

Hi, my name is Haritha. I reached home around 3:30 in the afternoon and went to our room to change. I have this habit of going to the clubhouse after lunch and playing games with my friends. I return by 5, so I am available when my children are home from college.

My son Shyam is 21 years old and doing his engineering at a reputed college. My daughter Sneha is 19 and joined the same college, following her brother’s footsteps. They are my life and everything to me.

Shyam is a young lad who got his father’s genes and is about 5’10 well built like a hunk. Sneha, my loving daughter, got my features. She looks exactly how I was at her age. She is a beautiful girl.

I was scared that many eyes would fall on her. I have seen how the sales guys look at her when we go shopping, or the cab driver or auto driver looks at her with lust.

She has fully grown, beautiful 34-sized breasts that are very firm, and I envy her sometimes. I have 36B breasts, but they shag a little due to childbirth. My husband plays with them every day till today. I couldn’t get sleep without a fuck every day. So that’s how it is. My husband runs a business.

I usually wear sarees when I go out. I wore a red chiffon with a matching blouse below my navel to showcase my beauty to my friends. They are jealous about how I maintain a good body even now. The bra was so tight and crushing my boobs. I ran to our bedroom and changed into a nighty.

Suddenly I heard a bang! As if something was thrown on the floor. I got alert and thought that some thief had entered. I slowly opened the door and peeped out; the picture in front made my heart stop.

It’s Shyam and Sneha nude. Sneha was sitting on the dining table with her legs around Shyam’s waist. Shyam’s waist was moving front and back at such speed. Sneha had her left hand over her brother’s head.

Her right hand reached for his ass cheek and pressed it while moaning, “Aah, yes, bro, yes, bro fuck.” The moans of my daughter and my son’s nude ass on display made me lose my balance. I hit myself to the door, making some sound. But I got back to my senses and moved aside, hiding myself from them.

As my breath got steady, I peeped again. This time I saw Sneha sucking her brother’s dick, and it was the biggest dick I had seen. They might have gotten separated by the sound I made. After checking back, they started their game again.

Sneha was pulling his balls while sucking his dick which was shining with her saliva. Shyam had his hand over her hand and bent a little to get a grip on her hanging boobs. He pressed her boobs and spanked her two ass cheeks. Then caught her neck, making her stand.

He took her left leg in hand and lifted it high, and entered her again. He began to fuck her in standing. Sneha’s boobs jiggled while she moaned and asked him to fuck her harder. Shyam moaned, “You little bitch, I never get bored of fucking this little cunt! What a tight little cunt you have got for me slut.”

He was moaning while saying those words. Sneha replied, “Then fuck me harder, you sister fucker. You have been fucking me for so long, yet you cannot get it fully. Your long dick always reaches the places that no one else has reached. Yes, fuck your little bitch like a man.”

Listening to her saying such words turned him on more. He pulled her hair, making her bend backwards and started to fuck her hard. I was listening to my children’s words and their moans and grunts. It was making me horny, as I had no innerwear behind the nighty I wore.

I noticed that my nipples were hard and poking through my night. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I reached to my pussy to check if it was true, and indeed my pussy was leaking watching them. A gentle rub over my pussy lips sent a series of goosebumps to me, and I continued to rub it.

Now Shyam made Sneha kneel on the floor and mounted her in a doggy position. As his dick entered her pussy, a moan escaped Sneha’s mouth. Shyam closed her mouth and began to fuck her. I watched my son’s dick going in and coming out of my daughter’s pussy.

I saw my daughter’s boobs swaying front and back while he took her roughly. The scene made me so horny that my hand was on my boobs pressing. While the other one vigorously fingered my cunt. Shyam pulled Sneha back.

They kissed, sucking each other’s lips, brought their tongues out, and licked each other. Aah, my children are fucking each other. Being their mom, I was watching as if I was training them how to fuck.

Sneha began to shout and moan loud, “Yes, bro, fuck me harder. I am going to cum, harder.” Then liquid gushed out of her pussy and fell on the floor. She fell on the floor as Shyam continued fucking her harder and faster as he neared to cum.

He was giving very hard and fast strokes resulting in ‘thap thap thap’ sounds resounding throughout the house. He pulled his dick out and caught Sneha by her hair. He turned her towards him and cum all over her face and mouth.

Once both had reached their orgasm, they fell on the floor. They cuddled for some time over their juices that were on the floor. After 15 minutes, they got up and left their rooms.

I reached my orgasm, watching my son cumming on my daughter’s face. I was fingering while standing, so all the juices flowed down my legs.

Once they went to their rooms, I went and washed myself. As the pleasure faded away, I started to think about what was happening in my house. What should I do? As a mother, should I encourage this or stop them by confronting them?

What do you guys think I did? Let me know at [email protected].

This is a true incident that happened around 10 years ago when I was in my first year of engineering. I used to come home on weekends as I would be in a hostel the other days.

Many times I would reach home by dinner time as our village had a fewer public transport facilities after 6 pm. And I would have to wait for 45 minutes to 1.5 hours for a connecting bus from the city to our village, despite it being just 12 km.

This was around Diwali time of that year and as usual, I was waiting in the bus station when I decided to walk off to the city center to have some light snacks. That was when I met Rani aunty. Her daughter and I were friends and she was one of the ward members of our panchayat. She had come to the city to get some decorations for the panchayat and seeing me, she invited me to ride along with her on her scooter as the next bus would be at least an hour later. Moreover, the sky was overcast and it would be raining soon.

I hesitated at first, but she keenly insisted and called my mother and told her that she would be dropping me home. That reassured my mother who was already anxious about the rains and she told me to join Rani aunty. So, we took off before the rain started.

Rani aunty had some supplies and decorations on the front platform of the scooter. So, she told me she would be sitting slightly backward and that I need not sit cramped but to be relaxed. She also told me that she would need to make a quick stop at her home to drop off these supplies before going to my place.

I was totally fine with it as I had been fantasizing about Rani aunty for a long time. She would always be wearing elegant sarees with a low-cut blouse, exposing her cuts and her well-formed belly. So, this scooter ride was nothing short of a dream for me.

As we rode, I could smell her perfume on the back and the fragrance of her hair as it caressed my face. All of my fantasies had given me a boner and I was somewhat senseless of my surroundings. Apparently, Rani aunty had moved back and my hard cock was against her back. She was totally in between my legs and I couldn’t move further back because of the grabrail. She seemed not to be bothered by it and rode as usual.

The rain had started in the form of small showers by then. We reached her home soon and I helped her move the stuff as she unlocked the door. There was no one home as her husband was abroad and her daughter was not to come home for another 2 days.

I was somewhat embarrassed by the ride because of the boner. So I didn’t speak much and my face had sort of a guilt mask. I waited outside on the porch watching the rain grow into a moderate shower and hoped to divert my thoughts.

In the meantime, Rani aunty called me into the house and told me that she would call my mother and inform her that she would be dropping me off only after the rains, as it was a thunderstorm by then.

As it seemed the rain would take a while to subside, she told me to wash my face and freshen up as I seemed very tired. I obliged and went to the washroom. Then I washed my face in the sink and decided to wank myself off to get the boner off.

I decided to leave the tap on to mask off any other sound. Apparently, even though I had closed the door shut, it was a two-way lock and anyone outside could open the door. I hadn’t put the door bolts and wasn’t anticipating anyone to rush in.

As I kept jerking my whole 7 inches, Rani aunty barged in all of a sudden with a face towel! Seeing me, she immediately looked off but stood there and said –

She: I thought you were washing your face as I heard the sink tap running.

I repeatedly said: Sorry aunty, it’s not what it seems, sorry.

She slowly tilted her head back toward me and glanced toward my dick at an angle while pretending to look down at the floor. I was covering my hard boner with my palms, but even still she could see it. She extended the towel toward me and while reaching for it, my dick sort of sprung back up. Seeing that, she let out a small, “Ohh, wow” with a smirk.

The towel was just a face towel, so it wasn’t enough to wrap around me. I just held it on my dick while I tried to grab my pants. She looked me in the eye and said –

She: It’s perfectly okay for boys to do this.

As she had breached my privacy, she felt sorry for it. I had turned around by then and was facing away from her and trying to put on my pants.

She said: Here, let me help you get it off.

Then she wrapped me around from my back and grabbed my dick with her right hand while her left grabbed my balls. Her cold hands sent a shiver throughout me and I was frozen for a while, unable to grasp the reality.

She was trying to look over from behind my shoulder. As I am 6’2″, she had to tiptoe. So, for her convenience, I turned around and faced her. Her saree drapes had almost fallen by now and her hair seemed a bit unruly yet sexy. We looked straight in the eyes and slowly closed in and kissed each other while she slowly undid her saree.

After about 5 mins of intense kissing, I slowly sucked her neck and went to her breasts. They were warm and succulent. Her armpits had a great aroma that aroused me. Her nipples were erect. I sucked on them and fondled them while she held my head onto her chest and played with my hair.

As the washroom was getting congested to get to the next base, she picked me up and grabbed my dick and walked me out and into her room. The dominant yet subtle Rani aunty was a goddess and I couldn’t wait for the action in the room as I oozed precum on her palms.

Wait for part 2!

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Hello everyone. Mera naam Ronak hai, aur main kayi saalon se ISS pe stories padh raha hu. Bahut saari stories padhne ke baad maine bhi story likhne pe hath aazmaya aur maine ek story likh ke ISS pe submit kar di.

Usme bahut saari female readers bhi thi. Unhi mein se ek ke sath meri ache se dosti ho gayi. Hum din bhar chat kiya karte the. Usme bahut saari sexting bhi hoti thi. Usne mujhe apni pics bhi share ki, jo ki kaafi hot thi. Wo khud bhi kaafi horny feel kiya karti thi.

Aise hi ek din sexting karne ke baad wo kaafi horny feel kar rahi thi, to kaise usne apne pati ko excite karke usse chudwa ke apni hawas mitayi, usi ki ye kahani hai. Ye saari baatein usne mere sath next day chat main share ki thi. Aage ke kahani usi ki zubaani.

Hello all ISS friends. Mera naam Shikha hai, aur main Delhi se belong karti hu. Meri sex life kaafi achi thi shaadi ki shuruaat mein. But pichle ek-do saal se kaam ke load ki wajah se mere pati ka sex mein interest kam hua jaa raha tha.

Mera sex drive kaafi zyada rehta hai hamesha, to main apni tharak mitane ke liye ISS pe stories padhti aur khud hi apni hawas mitati. Aise mein hi Ronak ki story padhne mein aayi, aur wo mujhe itni achi lagi ki maine usko appreciate karte hue email daal di.

Fir uska reply aaya aur hamara baaton ka silsila shuru ho gaya. Hum email se google chat pe shift ho gaye, aur dheere-dheere sexting bhi hone lagi. Usse chat karne mein mujhe kaafi maza aane laga tha. Kayi baar maine sexting ke dauraan hi ungli karke apna paani bhi nikala.

Aise hi ek baar din bhar sexting karne ke baad main kaafi horny feel kar rahi thi. To maine thaan liya ki aaj to apne pati se pilwa ke hi rahungi.

Fir us raat ko main pehle fresh hui, aur apni sexy wali gown pehni. Wo lappy par kaam kar rahe the.

Maine kaha: Lappy band kar do, aur mere paas aao.

To unhone laptop band kiya aur bed pe aa gaye. Pehle unhone kiss karna shuru kiya. Mere upar aaye kuch der tak smooch kiya. Fir meri gown utaar di. Ab main bra panty mein thi jo ki black colour ki thi, aur uspe red heart ka design bana hua tha.

Fir wo mere boobs dabane lage bra ke upar se. Uske baad bra utaarne lage, but maine unhe rok diya. Fir wo neeche gaye. Usse pehle cleavage par lick kiya.

Fir neeche belly par, aur fir navel par. Uske baad wo panty utaarne lage, par maine rok diya. Fir panty ke upar se hi chut pe kiss kiya. Fir thighs aur legs par bhi kiss kiya ghutno tak.

Uske baad unhone kaha: Ab andar daalna hai to panty utaro.

Maine kaha: Abhi nahi.

Fir main upar aayi unke, aur kaha: Ab mera jalwa dekho.

Pehle maine unko ache se smooch kiya. Jitna time unhone kiya tha, usse bhi zyada time de kar ache se suck kiye unke lips, aur unka saliva bhi li muh mein liya. Fir poora face lick kiya. Fir gale par kiss kiya aur love bites bhi diye. Ab maine unki t-shirt utaar di.

Fir chest par kiss karna shuru kiya. Unke nipples ko halke se bite kiya. Fir stomach area par bhi kiss kiya. Fir dheere-dheere daanto se underwear neeche kiya unki aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Wo to pagal hue jaa rahi thi meri harkatein dekh kar. Fir unke cock ko hath mein pakda. Usko sehlaya hilaya ek-dum pyar se. Pehle side pe kiss kiya. Fir uske upar saliva daala, aur usko poore cock pe rub kiya. Uske baad usko dheere se muh mein le liya. Fir maine usko ache se suck kiya. Maine unka hath pakad kar apne sir par rakha aur kaha-

Main: Mujhe push karo.

Main unke lund ko chooste hue unki aankhon mein aankhen daal ke dekh rahi thi. Unki aankhon mein hawas ki aag bhadki hui dikhayi de rahi thi.

Fir lund ko boobs ke beech mein rakh kar upar neeche kiya, par theek se nahi ho raha tha. To wo khade hue aur mujhe knees par baithne ke liye kaha. Fir dobara beech main rakh kar upar neeche kiya. Us time unhone mere baal pakad liye.

Unka nikalne wala tha, to unhone mujhse poocha: Face par daalu?

To maine mana kar diya. Fir unhone apna maal mere boobs par nikaal diya. Fir wo mere baal, face aur boobs ko sehlane lage.

Uske baad wo mere se poochne lage: Ye sab karte hue kisi aur ke baare mein soch rahi thi kya?

Maine bola: Nahi. Ye to itne dino ki hawas hai, jo ye sab karwa rahi hai.

Fir maine unko apni chut chaatne ko kaha, to wo ache se meri chut ko kiss aur suck karne lage. Meri aahh aah ki awaaz se unka lund bhi firse khada hone laga.

Meri chut bhi kaafi geeli ho gayi thi, to wo wahi ghise pite missionary mein lund ghusane ki firaak mein the. Lekin maine unko rok diya aur boli-

Main: Aaj main upar aati hu.

Wo to shock hi ho gaye aur poochne lage: Aaj kisse class leke aayi ho?

Main hass padi aur boli: Aage-aage dekhte jao hota hai kya.

Fir maine apni bra firse chadha li aur baalon ko ek bun mein baandh liya. Fir main unke lund pe baith gayi, aur uske meri chut mein jaate hi zor-zor se dhakke dene lagi. Main apni gaand ko gol ghuma rahi thi, taaki zyada se zyada penetration mile.

Maine apni gardan peeche kari aur hatho ko utha kar apne baalon ko sehlane lagi. Taaki mere boobs ka poora clear view unko mile. Fir maine unke hath pakad ke mere gol-matol stanno pe rakh diye, aur unko dabane ke liye kaha zor-zor se. Fir main unke upar let gayi, aur unko neeche se jhatke dene ke liye kaha. Unhone waise hi kiya.

Fir wo bole: Main upar aata hu ab.

To maine kaha: Abhi nahi, pehle peeche se karo doggy pose mein.

Ye bol ke main unke upar se utar ke char pairon pe ho gayi, aur apna sar ek-dum bed pe satta ke gaand utha di, taaki unko meri chut ache se dikhe.

Wo bole: Aaj to mujhe maar hi daalogi.

Tabhi us moment ko aur sexy banane ke liye mujhe ek idea aaya aur maine hamare saamne ek aaina rakh diya. Taaki jab wo mujhe chod rahe ho, hum ek-doosre ki aankhon mein aayine ke zariye dekh paye, aur wo mere boobs jo unke dhakko se uchal rahe the, unko bhi dekh paye.

Wo: Tum great ho meri rani. Aaj se tum meri maalkin, aur main tumhara gulam.

Ye keh ke unhone mujhe peeche se tabiyat se pelna shuru kiya. Sath mein peeche se apne hath aage kiye, aur mere dono boobs ko press karte hue mere nipples ko bhi ache se ragad rahe the. Main to saatve aasman mein udi jaa rahi thi. Bade lambe arse ke baad jam ke chudai ho rahi thi meri chut ki.

Wo zor-zor se pel rahe the, aur mera paani nikal gaya. Main bistar pe pet ke bal let gayi, aur unka lund abhi bhi meri chut ko raund raha tha.

Fir wo bole: Mera nikalne wala hai?

To main uthi aur dressing table ke drawer se ek condom nikaal ke le aayi. Fir maine unke lund pe condom chadhaya aur peeth ke bal let gayi. Wo mere upar aaye aur mere dono pair apne kandho pe rakh ke lund ko meri chut mein gaad diya, aur jam ke chodna shuru kiya.

Ab unki speed aur bhi badhi jaa rahi thi. Main firse jhad rahi thi, to main apne pair neeche le aayi aur unke chootadon pe pairon ko lock karke unko peeche se apni aur pairon se push karne lagi. Wo ab apna muh mere boobs pe le aaye, aur baari-baari se dono boobs ko choos rahe the.

Unke dhakko ke raftaar aur bhi badh gayi, aur finally unka paani choot gaya. Uske baad bhi kuch dhakke deke wo mere pe aise gire ki jaise koi kata hua ped zameen pe girta hai. Kareeb 5 minute hum aise hi lete rahe, aur fir dheere se unka lund dheela hoke meri chut se baahar sarak gaya. Fir condom nikaal ke hum aise hi so gaye.

Mujhe ummeed hai ki aapko ye story pasand aayegi. Aapke feedback aap comments section mein daal sakte hai ya fir meri mail id [email protected] pe bhej sakte hai.

This is a continuum from the previous part. Let’s get started.

The look on Nisha’s face was priceless. For a moment, she was hesitant, and then she started to ask Lucky with a trembling voice.

Nisha: How? No? Why? Why are you lying to me?

Lucky: When I was in college, he used to take things from me. I remember when he fucked my girlfriend. He first convinced her to break up with me, and later he got into a relationship with her and…

I kept quiet for a few seconds and then continued.

Lucky: And then he fucked her. She later broke up with me.

Nisha was in a daze. Her eyes were already turning red, and teardrops were forming. I gave her a minute to process what I said. Then I took my phone out and opened the images of the conversation between Sanjay and my ex. I placed my phone on the table.

Nisha was a traditional and innocent housewife. Someone who would do anything to protect her family. It would have been hard to convince her just by using random words. So I needed proof strong enough to plant a seed of betrayal in her mind.

I wanted her to look at the evidence willingly. Hence, I placed my phone on the table for her to accept. At first, she was hesitant; maybe somewhere deep inside, she knew that once she picked up that phone, there was no going back. But with trembling hands, she picked up my phone.

She went through the conversations between her husband and my ex. With each message, tiny teardrops slowly slid through her cheeks and started falling on her lap. She was biting her lips, preventing herself from wailing out. She finally closed her eyes. This was my queue to speak again.

Lucky: After the breakup, I decided to win her back. That night I was with Sanjay in a bar having drinks. I told him about how I was planning to win her back. That was the same night I got into a fight with some thugs in the bar.

I gave a small pause. I took a deep breath and made my voice a little heavy to make her believe I was about to cry, and I continued.

Lucky: Later, to stop me from talking to her, Sanjay reached out to those thugs and informed them where they could find me alone and beat me up. They broke my arm. While I was in the hospital, he was fucking my girl.

Again, after a small pause, I continued,

Lucky: You can slide left, and you will find the conversation between Sanjay and those thugs.

Nisha had her eyes closed, and she was slowly sobbing. After a while, she opened her eyes and decided to see the truth. She started to go through the other conversations. Sanjay was a little rough for Nisha, and sometimes after a few drinks. He raised his hands in anger.

But he always came through and apologized. He told her how much he loved her. And she loved him too. After all, he was her husband.

During my initial days, when Sanjay and I used to drink together (or shall I say Sanjay used to drink, and I used to drink juice and pretend to be drunk), he used to tell me everything about her relationship. So I had enough information on how to manipulate her.

This idea came to me four months ago when I got the information on Sanjay’s family. I had evidence that Sanjay betrayed me. The incident of Sanjay breaking my relationship with my ex and the incident of the bar fight had a year’s gap between them. But Nisha does not have to know that.

Sanjay did want to fuck my ex, but he never got the chance, and Nisha does not have to know that. I took old incidents from my past and put them together to break Nisha’s heart. But I was not finished. I still had more.

Lucky: I am scared that history is repeating itself.

My words pushed Nisha into a deep terror; her eyes were wide open.

Lucky: About half a year ago, I introduced Sanjay to my girlfriend, Roshni. I do love her, and I wanted to get married to her.

Nisha’s expressions were turning sadder and sadder with each passing word. The moment had finally come—the moment she desperately wished never happened from the first time I started to tell my story.

Lucky: For the past few months, I’ve noticed Sanjay spending more time with my girlfriend. I travel often for work, so I am not at home most days.

After another deep breath, I continued,

Lucky: Roshini asked me for a huge sum of money. I later realized she had given it to Sanjay. Using which Sanjay purchased land for his parents.

Everything made sense to Nisha—how Sanjay could suddenly purchase land. Why was he late most nights and taking more night shifts more frequently? The web I created was perfect. I just had to speak the right words, and I already knew what to say.

Lucky: I believe he did that because he wanted his parents out of there. He knew he was tricking you, but tricking his parents would be difficult.

Without saying anything, Nisha was listening to me and slowly sobbing. I just continued with my story.

Lucky: I had doubts, so I placed cameras in my house to check what they did in my absence.

My words brought Nisha back to reality, and she raised her head and looked straight into my eyes. She was scared, but somehow she already knew what was coming next. Her greatest fear.

I said that I took my phone from Nisha’s hand and played her a video. In the video, Sanjay was having sex with Roshini.

This was the final blow. Nisha was finally broken. Her worst fear came true. The mobile slid down from her hand and fell to the ground, and she started to cry. Her husband was cheating on her.

With a trembling voice and fake tears in my eyes, I continue.

Lucky: Why does it always happen to me, Bhabhi? Why?

With that, I moved toward Nisha and hugged her. She did not resist at all. Her body was amazing. I could feel the heat from her body and her breaths. I slowly patted her back. Women are simple creatures. We need to find their vulnerability. She was heartbroken, and she was not thinking straight at all.

The woman who would not have allowed me to touch her hands is allowing me to hug her. While slowly moving my hands on her back, I whispered in her ears. “Bhabhi, I want my revenge.”

With that, Nisha backed off from my hands, stood up and took a few steps back. I picked up my phone and took my seat back on the bed. With a serious face and fake anger in my eyes, I continued.

Lucky: Sanjay needs to pay. I will break every bone of his body and cripple him.

My words terrified Nisha. Even though she was cheated on, she loved her husband. She cannot let me cripple him.

Nisha: Please, bhaiya, don’t. Please…

She spoke while sobbing.

Lucky: It’s too late, Bhabhi.

Nisha: No… Please… I… I will talk with him.

Lucky: You think you can convince him? Let me show you something.

I played another video and placed it on the table. This time, it was a conversation between two people. A man and a woman.

Nisha immediately recognized the man’s voice; she took a few steps forward and got on her knees. It was Sanjay.

Inside the Video:

Sanjay: I love you, Roshni.

Roshni: I love you too, Sanjay.

Sanjay: I cannot live a day without fucking you.

Roshni: If you spend all your days here, what will your wife think?

Sanjay: I will handle her; she is stupid.

Roshni: What will you do if she finds out?

Sanjay: I will leave her if you are ready to be with me.

Roshni: Haha, you know well, I love Lucky.

Sanjay: Then I will leave her and still fuck you, simple. After all…

(End of video)

The video ended, and there was just silence. Nisha played the video again and again and focused on the part where Sanjay was talking about leaving Nisha.

Lucky: If he finds out you know about the affair, he will leave you anyway. So let me get my revenge.

Nisha: Please don’t… I cannot afford to be single. My father will die. He is barely feeding my sister and mother. If I lose Sanjay, it’s over for me.

The last video was the hidden ace I was saving for last, and it worked like a charm. Better than I anticipated. Now Nisha cannot confront Sanjay regarding Roshni. She was trapped in the web, which took months to build.

I stood up and slowly grabbed Nisha’s shoulder and pulled her up. She was still sobbing. I wiped her tears and asked her to stop crying. Then I picked up the glass of water from the table and offered it to her to drink. She slowly took a few gulps of water. I took the glass back and continued.

Lucky: I need my revenge; he fucked my girls not once but twice. He broke my arms.

With her big, innocent eyes, Nisha was listening carefully.

Lucky: It’s either making him a cripple or…

Without saying anything, I slide down her saree pallu. Before she could react, her pallu was already touching the ground. Nisha instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest, covered her breasts, and put her head down.

With fake sadness and determination in my eyes, I slowly lifted her face. Placing my finger below her chin and looked straight into her eyes.

Lucky: I do not want to force you. So you decide?

Nisha was in a dilemma. On the one hand, she lets her husband pay for the sin and gets her life ruined; on the other, she needs to pay for her husband’s sin. After a moment of hesitation, she closed her eyes and slowly moved her hands away.

Lucky: Please look into my eyes.

Nisha slowly opened her eyes. There was little fear and a little determination to pay for her husband’s sin in her big, round eyes.

Lucky: From today onwards, I am your master. What am I?

With hesitation, Nisha spoke up.

Nishsa: Mas… Master.

Lucky: Good.

I grabbed her neck and pushed her down on her knees. I unbuttoned my pants and fished out my thick, throbbing black penis. The bulging veins can be seen clearly on my penis.

I slowly slid my penis over Nisha’s upper and lower lips. Nisha was closing her eyes.

Lucky: Open your mouth and look straight into my eyes.

With some hesitation, she opened her eyes and looked into my eyes. Nisha on her knees, with my penis on her lips and her eyes straight looking into mine, was a dream come true. It was sexy enough to make me cum hundred times over.

I slowly slid my fingers into her mouth and opened it up. I then gently started to slide my dick into her mouth.

Lucky: Good… very good… Open it wider; ensure your teeth do not scratch my dick.

Nisha was responding to my commands. Her eyes were still fixed on mine. Her mouth’s warm and wet sensation was strong enough to make any man go crazy. I started to speed up my motions and slid my penis deep inside her mouth, reaching her throat.

Lucky: Good girl. Breathe through your nose and let your mouth do all the work. Use your tongue more.

I was on my limit; my penis was throbbing like crazy. Any second now, I could lose it. I grabbed Nisha’s head from behind and started to thrust harder. I was on the edge, and with the final push, I slid my penis deep inside her throat. My balls were touching her chin.

I started to unload my thick love batter inside her throat. I specifically saved it up for this day. It was so much that she started to choke on it. I slid out my penis and started to cum all over her face.

It was on her eyes, her nose, her hair, and all over her lips. It was just too intense. Nisha finally fell to the ground and was breathless. I went straight to the bathroom and got warm water and a towel. I used it to clean Nisha up. I cleaned her face, her hair, and her lips.

I also cleaned the sperm, which was on the ground. I slowly lifted Nisha and placed her on the bed. I covered her blouse with her pallu, Slowly placed my hands on her head, and whispered in her ear.

“Good girl.”

“My good girl”

“It was all Sanjay’s fault. You did nothing wrong.”

“You are just trying to save this family.”

I was sitting on the ground near her head, patting her head, and like chanting a mantra, I was repeating the same thing: “You are my good girl. It is all Sanjay’s fault.”

Pushing her deep into sleep. I left Nisha and closed the door. I got inside my car and opened my phone to play another video. This video was a continuation of the one I showed Nisha.

Inside video:

Roshni: What will you do if she finds out?

Sanjay: I will leave her if you are ready to be with me.

Roshni: Haha, you know well, I love Lucky.

Sanjay: Then I will leave her and still fuck you, simple. After all, Lucky is okay sharing you with me.

Roshni: Why don’t you include Nisha in our game?

Sanjay was thinking about something and continued.

Sanjay: If I tell you, will you keep it a secret from Lucky?

Roshni: Of course, why not? Don’t you remember that I love you too? In fact, I convinced Lucky to give you money for the land.

Sanjay: Actually, it will be impossible to convince her, and she is really boring in sex, and…

Roshni: And?

Sanjay: I do not want to share her with Lucky. Please do not tell him. Please…

Roshini: Hahaha… okay. But what will I get in return?

Sanjay: What do you want?

Roshni: A good fucking tonight.

Sanjay: You devil.

(End of video)

“If I didn’t know she was acting, I would have been fooled. Roshni is an angel. I need to take her on a special date and give her a good time. Maybe a group date.” Thinking about my next moves, I drove off.

To be continued.

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In the heart of Mumbai, Rohan, 28 years old, a freelance writer, resided in a cosy one-bedroom apartment. His world was shared with the enchanting presence of his maid, Rani, for a few hours. She was alluring with her dusky skin and curves enhanced by modest clothing.

Their relationship was composed of silent exchanges and stolen glances. Rohan was often hypnotized by Rani, her earthy sweaty scent stirring something within him.

With sweat trickling down her skin, Rani bends over to sweep the floor. Her worn-out clothes stick to her body, accentuating her curves. Rohan watches her from the corner of his eye, his heart pounding. He’s always watched her and noticed how her body moves as she works.

Rani, aware of his gaze, sometimes exaggerates her movements, her body swaying enticingly. Yet, she never thought much of it. She considered it harmless, a secret dance adding colour to her otherwise mundane life.

One fateful evening, the skies opened up, and Mumbai was caught in the throes of a relentless monsoon. Rani enters, soaked from the rain. Her clothes cling to her body. Her skin glistened under the candlelight.

Rohan can’t tear his eyes away from her. The streets morphed into rivers, trapping Rani within the confines of Rohan’s apartment. The power outage left them with nothing but the soft glow of candles, casting shadows that danced along with the rhythm of the storm outside.

The storm wasn’t just outside. It was brewing within them too. The enforced proximity brought their feelings to the forefront. The air between them was charged with a palpable tension, their unspoken feelings daring to break the silence.

In the soft, flickering light of the candle, Rohan and Rani found themselves sharing stories and laughter. Their hearts grew closer in the stifling heat and the sound of the rain. It was amidst this laughter and camaraderie that Rani’s cheerful demeanour wavered.

Her eyes grew serious, and her voice trembled as she revealed her truth – that she was shemale.

Rohan, taken aback by the revelation, fell silent for a moment. He had always admired Rani for her strength and spirit. But this revelation added a new depth to his respect for her.

He looked into her eyes, his own reflecting a multitude of emotions. But there was no shock, no disgust, only empathy and understanding.

“I am who I am, Rohan,” Rani whispered, her voice barely audible over the downpour. “I hope this does not change anything between us.”

Rohan paused for a long moment before he finally smiled. His heart ached for Rani’s struggles and fears, but it was also filled with warmth he hadn’t felt before. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his own.

“Rani,” he said softly, “nothing has changed. You are strong, beautiful, and the most compassionate person I know. Your gender doesn’t define you. Your heart does. And I am in love with that heart.”

Their hands were still entwined when Rohan, gathering his courage, looked into Rani’s eyes and said, “Would you like to come to the bedroom? We can talk there. Perhaps it’s cooler.”

Rani, unsure but trusting, nodded. They moved together, the flickering candle casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The bedroom was a simple affair. With a king-sized bed taking up most of the space, a window covered with heavy curtains on one side.

The rain drummed against the windowpane, a rhythmic backdrop to their silence. Once there, Rohan let go of Rani’s hand and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him. Rani hesitated for a moment before joining him. The silence in the room was deafening yet comforting.

Their eyes met. There was a moment, a pause in time. Then, leaning in slowly, giving her the time to pull away, Rohan kissed Rani. It was a gentle, tender kiss – a promise of acceptance and a testament of love.

Rohan’s hands are shaky, nerves and anticipation sending electric jolts down his spine as he undoes the buttons of Rani’s blouse. Each button undone reveals more of her skin, her boobs full, firm and inviting, her dark nipples hardening in the cool air.

His hands explore her body, his fingers tracing her curves. He takes a moment to bury his face in her armpit, inhaling her musky scent. Rani steps out of her skirt, her panties the last barrier hiding her secret.

Rohan takes a deep breath, his decision made. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to her panties bulge. He can feel her shiver, her hand coming up to gently guide him closer. He slips off her underwear. Rohan’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him – Rani’s dick, large and thick, nestled in a bush of dark hair.

Rohan takes her large dark dick into his mouth, his first time performing such an act. He explores her thick rod with his tongue, the taste and texture new and intriguing. It feels warm. It feels right!

His lips and tongue dance over her, his hands joining in, stroking her in rhythm with his mouth. Each stroke and kiss sends waves of pleasure coursing through Rani, each wave building on the last.

Rani’s climax is slow in coming. Each wave of pleasure builds higher and higher until she can hold back no longer. Her release is powerful, leaving her panting and trembling.

Rohan keeps sucking, his mouth filled with her cum dripping out. Their bodies meld together as they share a deep, passionate kiss, Rani tasting her cum on Rohan’s lips.

Their kiss is a sensual mingling of tongues and lips, swapping her cum from his mouth to hers and back to his. Each of them savours every last drop. Rohan, caught up in the moment, tries to turn Rani around. But she resists, flashing him a mischievous smile before turning him around instead.

They explore each other, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other, their hands charting territories once forbidden, their lips whispering secrets in the language of touch. She bites him not once but many times, asserting dominance.

All this is turning Rohan on! He never thought his sweaty maid would be one day dominating him. He never thought he wanted this, but he does!

The anticipation is a live wire between them, exciting. Rani positions Rohan on his hands and knees. She moves behind Rohan, slaps him hard on the ass, and then spreads his butt cheeks. She spits on her hand.

He turns around to see what she’s doing. She spits on his face, too. She then starts to slowly finger his ass to ease it open, all the while stroking herself hard again. And then, with a shared breath, Rani enters him. The sensation is foreign, but Rohan finds pleasure in it.

Rani sets a rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through Rohan. The room fills with the sounds of their fucking, their bodies slapping. Their moans and gasps echoed off the walls. The sensations build within Rohan.

He’s crying with pleasure as Rani begins to show her strength. Banging the fuck out of his ass, slapping him and spitting on him. Rohan’s fingers claw at the sheets, seeking something to ground him amidst the sea of pleasure.

Rohan’s climax hits him hard, his cum splattering the sheets beneath them. Rani guides his head towards hot cum, encouraging him to taste it. She continues to thrust into him, their shared pleasure escalating.

Rani slips her thick juicy dick out of him and turns him around. This time, Rohan knows what to do. He takes her big dick into his mouth again, worshipping her with his tongue. Licking the pee hole and taking it deep, eagerly waiting for her release.

Rani climaxes again, her release filling Rohan’s mouth. They share another messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues twined together, savouring the taste of Rani’s cum. Rani, ever the caretaker, gets up from the bed, her body moving gracefully.

She fetches a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom, returning to Rohan’s side to clean him. Her touch is gentle, soothing, the cloth wiping away the remnants of their lovemaking.

Their eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between them. No words are spoken. None are needed. Their actions, and their shared experience, have spoken volumes.

As Rani finishes cleaning him, she discards the cloth and crawls back into bed, pulling Rohan into her arms. Their bodies entwined, a perfect fit. They surrender to the pull of sleep, their bodies still humming with the echoes of their shared ecstasy.

I have always been a big fan of a site called DSC Live Chat (previously, Delhi sex chat). I came across it by accident, but the moment I saw how many hot Indian models they had on the site, I was blown away!

It encouraged me to create an account immediately and even before I realize it, I was chatting and video calling with a ton of desi models. My favorite model is a girl I came across recently named Piuu. She was hot and curvy. The girl also had a naughty mind to go along with it, so I loved coming back to her.

One day I was chatting with her and we both got horny. I bought some credits within seconds using UPI and asked her if she wants to come on cam for some extra credits. She came online immediately!

Piuu was wearing a blue bikini and matching bottoms and I got hard almost immediately. She chuckled when she saw my mouth open and her tits jiggled lightly. I looked her up and down and she gave me the cute doe eyes like she always does.

Piuu: You are undressing me so lewdly with those eyes…

Me: I always do this. You know me.

Piuu: I know! I love it. Undress me some more.

Me: Why don’t you actually undress for me.

Piuu: Fuck, don’t rush me! Your voice already makes me drenched and I am trying to control myself.

Me: Oh, yeaaa? (whispering softly into the mic) How wet are you?

She reached into her panties and pulled her fingers out gently. They were covered in a shine that was unmistakable. Piuu was already wet. She laid back on her bed and opened her legs. Her panties had a wet spot that seemed to be soaking through. She looked into the camera and breathed heavily. She took a deep breath and spoke softly.

Piuu: Fuck! You look at me so lewdly. I just wanna touch myself and make you watch.

Me: And I just wanna stick my cock inside that dripping pussy.

Piuu (breathing sharply): Don’t say that! You make me wanna do naughty, rough things to myself!

Me: You haven’t got any action today?

Piuu: No…most guys just want me to lay there naked while they masturbate. They don’t command me.

Me: Take those panties off.

Piuu: Ufff…I want to but I like it when you tease me more.

I took my shirt off and sat in front of the screen and she smiled. She parted her bikini straps and showed me her perky, chocolate nipples. I made her pinch them lightly and she moaned. She licked her fingers and pinched them again and her eyes closed. Piuu opened her legs wider and the wet spot began to grow as she played with her tits. I took my shorts off and I heard her inhale expectantly. I brought my cock close to the camera and she leaned in and pretended to lick and suck on it. Her cleavage was close to the camera.

Me: I just wanna squeeze the fuck out of those juicy tits of yours.

Piuu: These titties? You like them, dirty boy?

I did like them. She sat up and pulled her bikini off. She squeezed her tits and moaned as she grinded her crotch against a stiff pillow. I sat back and jerked off softly. She grinded against the pillow as she watched and let out a horny moan.

Piuu: I love the way your cock looks when you stroke it (moan).

Me: I really wanna get it sucked while you watch.

Piuu: Uff! Don’t turn me on any harder I might finger myself!

Me: You like the thought of me fucking someone while you watch?

Piuu (sucking on her finger while grinding): I love watching people fuck!

I started dirty talking about me bending someone over on my bed and pretending it was Piuu. That thought turned her on. I sent her extra credits to go wild for me and she pulled off her panties and sat back. She pulled out a dildo and stuck it deep inside herself. Piuu moaned as she stuffed the toy inside her. Her other hand rubbed her clit aggressively. She abused her body as her back arched and her legs shook. Her pussy turned red from the friction of the huge dildo thrusting in and out of her. Piuu moaned like a woman possessed by lust as I stroked my cock harder.

Piuu: I don’t wanna cum yet! I wanna watch your cock explode as you..look..at..my dirty..horny body!

Me: Oh, fuck! I am so close!

Piuu: Yes, daddy! Tease me with that cock. Blow your load all over me! I want it!

I couldn’t hold back anymore. She was not gonna stop. Piuu moaned and groaned as her body tightened. I felt my body tighten in response to her lewd behavior, so I sent her some credits with one hand as my other stroked my cock ferociously. I sat back to give her a good view and my legs stiffened. I felt my cock explode and cum blew out in spurts straight into the air and down my thighs as she watched.

Piuu: Oh! That…was…so…HOT! You exploded…so HARD! (moan, moan, moan)

I brought my twitching cock close to the camera and pretended to thrust into the camera. She moaned as she rubbed herself faster. Piuu pulled the dildo out and fingered herself. Her legs flung open wider as she breathed faster and her eyes shut tight. I stroked my cock gently and her legs shook.

She was close. I leaned down and pretended to lick her pussy into the camera and I heard her let out a squeal of pleasure. Her sweaty thighs tightened and she fell back down into the bed and collapsed. Her body convulsed gently as she rubbed her pussy softly. Milky-white cum oozed out of her exhausted pussy as she laid down and tried to catch her breath. She tried rubbing her clit again but it made her body twitch.

Piuu: Fuck! That was so good. Your cock always looks so good to me. (chuckles)

Me: You are so sweaty. Wish I was there to fuck you like that.

Piuu: You like me sweaty, don’t you?

Me: Yeah. Your body looks so tasty!

Piuu: Really? You wanna taste me?

Me: More than anything!

Piuu: I wanna watch you fuck someone while moaning my name.

Me: Fuck, that sounds hot! So, you want me to find someone to fuck while you watch? 😉

Piuu: Ufff! Don’t tease me with that option! But it would be amazing…

Me: If I find someone who wants to open their legs for you…I will pay you even more credits to watch us fuck.

Piuu: Fuck, that sounds hot!

Piuu teased herself again as I talked about it. Her sweaty chest rose and fell as we talked and touched ourselves. She came again and my cock also exploded as we talked about it.

***

To be continued.

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Hi readers, this is joy staying in Bangalore. I am an average-looking boy with Indian white skin. I have an athletic body and my height is 5’8″. This is my first experience with my aunty when I just completed my education. I have done my engineering in Mysore and now working in a corporate company in Bangalore and staying with my parents.

My mother is basically from Mysore. Her brother and his family live there. My uncle is running his own cab business and my aunty is working at a private bank as a clerk. They have 2 daughters, one got married and the other one is doing the PU education and was staying in the hostel.

When I was doing my engineering, I was staying in the hostel and was occasionally visiting their house to have dinner or lunch. As I was the first bench student, I did not know much about sex or porn. But my friends and roommates were speaking about these things, so I had some knowledge.

In my uncle’s house, there was one common bathroom. One day while I was using the bathroom, I saw a bra and panty in a basket where clothes were kept for washing. This bra made me think of something out of the box. I took that bra and panty and started smelling it. This made me horny. After that, I kept it in place where it was.

There was a kind of smell that made me get addicted to that. From then, I started to read sex stories and shag my dick. From there onward, whenever I visited my uncle’s place, I went to the bathroom and was searching for my aunty’s used panties or bra and was shagging while sniffing it!

It was my last day of the exam. After the exam, I packed all my clothes from the hostel and came to my uncle’s house in the evening. Because my train to Bangalore was at night.

I was sitting on the sofa and watching the TV. Aunty brought all the washed clothes from the balcony and dumped them on the sofa and went to the kitchen to do her other work. At that time, I noticed a bra in those clothes set which tempted me. As there was no one in the hall, I took the bra and started sniffing the bra cups. While I was sniffing, suddenly my aunty came into the hall. I instantly dropped it down. Aunty then directly went to the storeroom without noticing it. (She had noticed it which I came to know later!)

After that, my aunty bought tea and we both drank it. I continued watching TV. I was too afraid that my aunty would ask me about this incident. But she didn’t ask and acted like nothing happened. At night, I left for Bangalore.

After 2 months, I think it was on June 20th, I had to visit Mysore to get my marks card and other related documents from the college. So I asked my uncle if I can stay at their home for 2 days. He replied that it would be great because he would be traveling to Madikeri with his client on 19th June and also informed me to come on the 19th and told me to stay until he came back as aunty was alone. I was ok and booked my ticket for the 19th.

Then I reached the Mysore bus stand at 10 in the morning and went to my uncle’s house. After lunch, uncle left for his trip with his client.

Guys, now I am going to tell you about my aunty. Her name was Laveena and as she was a working woman. She was like the boss in the house. My uncle would agree with everything she says. Laveena aunty was 45 years old and was almost 5’8″ tall. She had somewhat maintained her figure and had big boobs and bums which aunties usually have. She was almost white which can attract the boys with her beauty. Laveena aunty had a dominant nature and had an attitude toward her job and beauty.

Now, continuing with the story..

After lunch, I started reading the newspaper. That time, Laveena aunty came and told me to go to the medical shop and general store by giving 2 separate lists and 1000 rs. I left for the nearby medical shop and handed the list to the girl in the shop.

After looking at the list, the girl smiled and went inside to get the items. She packed the items and I made the payment. While walking, I checked the items because I was confused why the girl smiled at me. While checking, I found a medium size vaseline, parachute oil, a pack of surgical gloves and 2 type of tables. I then did not think much about those items and reached the general store.

There I read the list and asked for 100 meters of cotton rope, steel wool (use to clean the utensils), and a pack of cloth clips. After purchasing these, I went back home. I didn’t have any idea why she told me to bring these items. (I thought it was for household activity, but she had something else in her mind which I came to know later.)

After reaching, I handed the items to my aunty. She went inside her room and kept those things. Then she returned to the hall and told me there was some cleaning on their farm, so we went there. After that, aunty sat in the shade and she ordered me to pull all the extra grass which was overgrown and also told me to keep the itching plant separately.

After all the work, she gave me a bag and told me to put all the itching plants in it. Because of those itching plants, my hands and legs started itching. While coming back, I asked her why we carried those itching plants and she replied that she had some work with it.

After reaching home, I straightaway went to bathe and when I was back, aunty had prepared tea and was waiting for me to have it. After drinking the tea, I directly slept on the sofa.

When I woke up, I was in my auntie’s bed, fully tied up and completely naked! Seeing this, I started calling my aunty.

Me: Aunty, where are you? What happened?? Are you safe?? Who did this?

Laveena aunty came to my room and stood near the door. She was in a latex midi skirt. I was a bit relieved after seeing she was safe and there were no intruders. Then I asked her again –

Me: Are you safe, aunty? Who did this?

She silently walked near and sat beside me. Then she gently touched my forehead, eyes, and mouth with one finger and told me not to shout.

Aunty: Don’t shout or panic. It is me who have tied you because I wanted to play with you for some time. 😉

I was still confused but decided to play along after realizing there was no danger and it kind of sounded excited! Meanwhile, she went to the makeup table and took the items that I had bought earlier. She opened a pair of surgical gloves and wore them. Then she took one tablet and came near me with a glass of water. She told me to open my mouth. I did as she said.

After that, she asked me to lay in the bed without making any sound and left the room. After some time, my busty aunty came back with an itching plant.

As she was wearing surgical gloves, she took the itching plant in her hand and rubbed them over my body. She saw my small penis and started was laughing and also started teasing it.

After a few minutes, she said, “Your small peanut will become a hard rock with the effect of the Viagra tablet.”

Then I asked her: What is that?

By squishing my balls, she replied to me: That you will come to know in some time.

After that, she started rubbing her hand over my dick. To my surprise, I was enjoying her glove-job. After some time, my cock became like a hard rock. Then she stopped shagging me and said –

She: The game begins now!

Me: Aunty, please untie me and then we can continue.

She asked me to address her as ‘mistress’ (At that time, I was not aware of what ‘mistress’ was).

She then started removing the rope from my hands and legs. I felt very happy and once she removed everything, I went to the bathroom. I washed my body with water. After that, I wore my clothes and came out. Laveena aunty called me.

Aunty: Baby, let me share something with you.

I opened my mobile and saw a photo that was shared by her. I was surprised by seeing it. In that photo, I was sniffing the bra cup which was taken 2 months back (on my last day of college)!

Aunty: Come, sit near my feet.

I went and sat on the floor near her feet. She then pulled my hair and told me –

Aunty: From today, you are my slave and I am your mistress. You have to call me ‘mistress’.

I agreed.

She then asked me whether I knew what a mistress-slave relationship was.

Me: No.

Aunty (laughing very loudly): You need to do whatever I order. I am your boss. In this relationship, I will share with you some dominating videos, see them and get ready for your next session.

Aunty then went to the kitchen to prepare a night’s dinner. After that, I did some research on mistress-slave relationships and also saw a video that was shared by her. After seeing that, I was nervous, but excited too as it was new to me.

***

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“Yes! It’s a trip!” yelled one of my college classmates. An Industrial Visit had just been decided, and it was supposed to go to Goa! Yes, Goa. What stupid college takes a bunch of kids just out of their teenage to an IV at Goa?

Don’t get me wrong, not that I didn’t like Goa. My problem was the people. Unfortunately, I could not land myself in a prime college, and my college didn’t have the best crowd. I was all but a loner in college and hardly attended it.

So the dreaded trip started. I was planning to spend this entire trip with my one sort of friend, Naaz. Naaz was like me. She came from an affluent family. But unlike me, she was naturally beautiful. What I lacked in beauty, I made up for in a better personality than Naaz.

Let me describe both of us. I am 19 years old and have a slim body, 32B breasts. I am dark in colour with long black hair and a tight touch. Naaz, on the other hand, was quite the opposite.

Fair as fuck, she had long blond hair. (coloured, obviously) She was also slim, but her assets were perfect. She was thick where it mattered and slim where required. She looked like a mid-eastern model.

Naaz and I were dressed in our Pajamas and paired with three other boys from our class and our Aanchal mam from college. The boys had already started playing cards on the top berth.

At around 11 pm, Aanchal mam decided to go to sleep. Even Naaz said she was bored and went to sleep. I tried convincing Naaz to stay up and chat, but she didn’t listen.

One of the boys from the trio peeked from the top berth and asked me, “Why don’t you come up and play with us, Shruti?” I denied it almost instantly. Dumb, immature teenage boys they were. None of them was a real man.

Another guy popped out and said, “Oh, you aren’t Naaz. I told you to call Naaz, not her,” and sniggered. Though I couldn’t see her, I could literally hear the half-sleeping Naaz smile. The third boy popped out and said, “Don’t mind him. He is a jerk. You are most welcome here.”

I think my ego had woken up now, and sleeping wasn’t an option. I climbed up to the top berth and joined the third boy in one berth. He introduced himself as Sachin. The other two jerks were sitting opposite and introduced themselves as Mudit and Varun.

“Let’s not play cards, please,” I requested. I am ready to play anything but cards. I told them. “Let’s play truth or dare then,” yelled Mudit at once. Walked right into it, didn’t I?

We couldn’t spin a bottle. So we decided the person drawing the smallest card would go first. The rule was that we alternate between Truth and Dare. The first card I drew was a 2 spade. The smallest possible card. I chose Truth.

The boys weren’t ready for this as well. They began thinking. Varun mustered up some courage and asked if I had kissed a boy. There was a collective groan from the other two for the lame question. Varun had asked, and there was a smile on my face.

I answered positively, and he asked me the name of the boy. I replied, saying only one question per Truth. The boys seemed disappointed at a missed opportunity. For the next 4-5 rounds, my turn never came, and the boys seemed to be sinking more and more.

Just when things were getting slow, I drew 3 spades. It turned out to be the lowest. The guys were now looking at each other. They didn’t want to lose this chance. But before they could say anything, there was a thud in the berth below.

Mudit and Varun glared at where Naaz was sleeping on the lower berth before me. I stretched to see what happened. The bag Naaz was hugging had fallen off. Her very loose shirt had slid down to expose her white bra and a lot of cleavage. She was stunning with her golden brown hair and fair skin.

I could see Varun ogling at her mouth open and saliva dripping. I quickly got down and straightened Naaz up. I pulled up her shirt, covered her with a blanket and saved her from flashing half the train. As I got up, the boys were visibly angry.

Mudit had the audacity to question me as to why did I have to do it! Even the nice Sachin complained that he hardly got to see anything. Varun was just shocked at what I had done. I told Mudit that Naaz wasn’t in her senses. It isn’t right.

“So what?” he replied.

Varun added, “Aren’t you in yours? You show us your underwear.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I exclaimed. I looked at Sachin for some help. He said, “Why not? Let that be your dare.” I denied it instantly. “Coward!” Yelled Mudit.

The three guys had now mustered a lot of courage. They weren’t ready to play anymore. They asked me to go down and sleep. I wasn’t ready for this game, claimed another. I went down and slept on my berth. I could see activity going on the berths above for some time. But couldn’t hear anything.

After some time, Sachin came and slept on the berth opposite me. The other two guys presumably slept above. Sachin’s eyes were wide open. He was glaring into my eyes, and I into his. I could see the visible disappointment in his eyes.

I don’t know how it happened. Maybe it was the trip or the train. Or the fact that I felt I was disappointing the guy who was so nice to me. But my hands went down. I pulled my pyjama pants down and stopped just below my ass.

If anyone had passed by that night, they could have seen me as a college girl lying on my stomach in my black lace panty. I took out my phone and texted Sachin, “I know my eyes are beautiful. But look down, and the disappointment in your eyes might disappear.”

I saw him read the text, take his eyes down, and see the glaring look in his eyes. They lit up in that dark bogey. He could have seen the silhouette my almost bare ass was making. He took his phone in his hands and started typing. I half-expected something romantic, but he replied, “Can I touch it?”

Something wild had already taken up my mind, and it was getting wilder. I turned my tight touch towards him and faced the wall. There was still some shame in me. I couldn’t see my modesty being ravaged by him. I texted him back, saying, “All yours.”

I closed my eyes and put my ass out just a bit, almost fearing the first touch. I almost felt his hands around me before the first fingers hit my handles. His hand had a cold touch. His fingers were worn. It almost felt like someone was scratching their dog.

Soon both his hands cupped my buttocks. They were crude. But it got my juices flowing, I bit my lip at every move of his, and then suddenly, my eyes popped open! I suddenly felt 3 hands touching my butt.

To be continued.

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